| Name: |
Noah Stanley |
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| Sex: |
Male |
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| Race: |
African American |
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| Age: |
66 |
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| Strength: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Perception: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Endurance: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Charisma: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Intelligence: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Agility: |
[1 to 10] |
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| Luck: |
[1 to 10] |
NPC |
| Skills: |
carpentry, (some) plumbing, |
| Profession: |
Handyman |
| Background: |
Noah is an old soul. He was four years old when the Outbreak Virus started killing people, and he grew up while the world fell down. He lost his father to the virus, but his mother did for him what she could. They did fairly well for themselves, even living what could be charitably called a bad part of town. When he was able he went out looking for work, doing odd jobs for the local community, which is as far from home as he’s been in his life, aside from a trip or two while he was too young to remember. |
| Inventory: |
[instructor will provide] |